Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands,
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams,
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all fucking with me
See, I look in the and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, a nice fellow
Your neck yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They know they got seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I just Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman have a
me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up like the this side of my noggin
Going than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, out to Jim Crow

get offended, love being darkskinned
23 with the and I don't got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that diamonds on neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your
from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, nigga but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he loco
a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] shells just like a taco
So grab your goggles,
Taco Tuesday, you don't want of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
Nigga took the store us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

Crack a with a barrel
Gang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
Pants heavy, sag to the
With the strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the getting past ya
Ain't bout no niggas, nigga
over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of walking
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't your face when it's done
My square homie's license, life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, cups, and duck
You want the life us, you need to crip that coast
You want to steer wheel
You want to that kil'
who am I?